So I go shopping (at 10 at night) and come home. I’m dividing up the chicken and find that I have a few scraps of it left over. What the hell, I’ll have it with the excess pasta that I couldn’t fit into the pasta jar.
So I cut the chicken up into little pieces and dump it in the frying pan, while I boil up the pasta. It fries up nicely, and the pasta boils. I dump them together into a big bowl, grab a jar of store-bought pasta sauce, and dump some o’ that in too.
Then, contemplating my hurried bachelor dinner, it occurs to me. This isn’t a big mess of noodles.
This is sauté de poulet aux fusillis à la génoise.
Well, I was impressed, at least.